Yesterday night they were showing "Citizen Kane" in my university, so we went (me and Max, that is). It was oddly nice to cuddle up to him in this auditorium where I have spent so many sleepy mornings trying to pay the slightest bit of attention to one of my professors.
Afterwards I really wanted to go to my favourite pub, get something to eat and generally enjoy the warm cozy atmosphere, in contrast to the goddamn winter out there. Max preferred to eat at home, but offerred to drop me off there. I looked at him like "And what am I supposed to do there alone?!?"
On the way home, it occurred to me, how much I used to love going out all by myself. Just going out, not knowing who I might bump into or which new people I might meet. Something great always happened on these nights. And now for some reason I don´t feel like going somewhere without him could be much fun. This is so not me.

The story so far

We have been together 10 months and 7 days. We met through a mutual friend in a pub. I had just sent my best friend Maria to a concert and had a few hours to spend before an party where I wanted to go (and it was bloody freezing outside, although it was April). He sat next to me behind a big table of noisy people and although the first thing I noticed were his big brown eyes and I thought "Wow", he seemed to be quite grumpy and not very talkative and I quietly decided he wasn ´t "my type" at all. I was so wrong.

During the course of the evening he finally turned to me and asked "So, what do you do?" We talked and a bit and drank some hot shots that one guy Edgar was constantly buying for everyone. Then it occurred that we were planning to go to the same party, I was supposed to meet some other friends there and his friends´ band was playing. And my best friend called to say she wasn´t coming.

Going on, when the crowd stumbled out of the pub, the two of us headed towards a direction different from the others ( we even heard a friend yell: "Hey, BonBon is this way!") To be honest, I wasn´t planning anything at all, I was just content that somebody else knew about this party. When we got there, I introduced him to a couple of my friends, he asked me to dance and kissed me there, in the middle of the dancing crowd and heat, where all I felt was dizzy.
We hung around a bit more, I met one of his collegues and we exchanged numbers. Went outside to sit on the stairs and kiss, then went to drink some coctails in a fancy place and even ended up in a gay club :P He said he would call me and I didn´t give it much more thought.

He did call me and the next Thursday we went to a restaurant- I was impressed, it seemed to be a long time since somebody took me to the restaurant. :) I had almost forgotten his face, but I so much enjoyed the feeling going out on a proper date gave me. It had just started snowing when we met again under the ancient walls of the city square and hugged. The date itself was nice, a bit of wine was relaxing, we talked a lot and then headed to this fancy cocktail place again.
He kissed me somewhere on the cornerof it, months later proclaiming that it was me who had looked at him, "eyes big and almost begging for a kiss". Sure.

And so it goes. I slept with him, pardon, made love to him, about 3 weeks after we had met and we started to see each ther regularly. We had long talks in bed about what we want from life, we had hot summer weekends travelling around in the country, he let me stay in his apartment and use his car (cherry red Audi A4, I love it). We started to plan a trip to Guatemala, which we just took, and we keep on coming out with new and exciting plans. We´ve had some little naggings, mostly about going out and who should wash the dishes, but every morning when I wake up and see his big brown eyes looking at me tenderly, I know exactly how lucky I am...